?Reading on mobile phone Listened to Qin Feng's words, Lu Man immediately turned into a cat whose tail had been stepped on, glaring angrily at him. Eight Zero E-book (txt02.com) Mei Hui and Fang Fang also stared at him. In front of so many people, accusing Lu Man of taking kickbacks—how could this be acceptable? If it got out, as the HR Manager, her reputation would be ruined, and she'd never be able to manage the office effectively. Qin Feng didn't mind Mei Hui and Fang Fang's glances. He continued speaking, "In the construction renovation industry, this issue has long been no secret. From business operations to materials, down to furniture, lighting, plumbing fixtures, and other primary materials—kickbacks are everywhere, and they're astonishingly high. After all, you're all seasoned professionals. How could you not have noticed such subtle irregularities?" Several lower-level managers and supervisors began scratching their heads, unsure of how to respond to the chairman's remarks. If they followed the chairman's words, they would surely offend Luoman—after all, she was the HR manager, and once she was displeased, even a minor slight could cause serious trouble for everyone. But if they didn't follow the chairman's lead, they wouldn't have to worry about offending Luoman. Still, Qinfeng had spoken so confidently, and in the construction and renovation industry, kickbacks were no longer a secret. How could they possibly go head-to-head with the top executive? Luo's mouth grew more and more pouty, his large eyes fixed steadily on Qin Feng, waiting for an explanation from him. "Luo, what are you looking at me like that for? Are you embarrassed because I've exposed you? You've got nothing to say?" He spoke seriously, with absolutely no hint of humor. The beautiful manager was furious, her legs trembling, saying, "I didn't take any kickbacks. If you don't believe me, go check—Mr. Qin, if you have any evidence, bring it out right now. Otherwise, I'll sue you for defamation!" The HR manager and the chairman had turned against each other; everyone else stepped back, hoping to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Mei Hui tugged at Qin's sleeve, asking, "So what's really going on? Did you hear this from someone, or do you actually have solid evidence?" "Qin Dashi shrugged and said, 'There's no evidence—just my deduction. Think about it, Huihui. Manman owes me a huge sum of money. She's always eager to settle her debts so she can regain her true freedom. So, with such a golden opportunity to generate revenue, who would pass it up? The total cost for the building's renovations alone amounts to over one hundred million. Even a modest share would make me quite profitable!' 'You're guessing,' Mei Hui exclaimed, her eyes widening even more. 'Exactly,' Qin Dashi replied, quite straightforward, nodding in agreement. Luo Man was nearly driven to the point of losing her composure—thinking the young man had actually uncovered solid evidence. Instead, it was all just speculation. She cut right in, unapologetically: 'Then, may I guess that you're not only evading taxes and underreporting income, but also profiting from arms and drug trafficking, and even engaging in illegal money laundering?' 'Of course,' he replied. 'With all the money I've earned, someone's bound to question its legitimacy.' "Qin Dashi spread his hands out." "So, this matter has to be investigated. As long as I can prove all my funds are legitimate, who else can object!" "What exactly do you mean?" Fang Fang didn't quite understand, and Mei Hui either. Roman was even more puzzled, huffing, "What are you trying to say?" "Let me clarify," Qin Feng spoke clearly, in a voice that everyone could hear, "Many people suspect you, Manager Luo, of receiving substantial benefits in this project. So, I conducted an investigation. The results show that Manager Luo has been diligent, never done anything detrimental to the company, and even saved the company a significant amount on interior decoration costs. That's what I'm trying to convey!" "Qin Feng, you—" The beautiful manager now couldn't tell whether she was angry or delighted. "That's it," Mei Hui felt sure there was more to come, so she deliberately found a topic to shift the conversation. Qin Dashi indeed got moving right away, immediately continuing, "Of course, we can't just leave it at that. Manager Luo has done so much for the company. As the CEO, I absolutely have to reward her. I've decided to set aside 20% of the funds she's saved for the company as her reward!" This time, Fang Fang found something to object to. "Twenty percent—how much exactly?" Seeing Luo Man's mix of both displeased and delighted expression, he smiled and said, "After my precise calculations, Manager Luo has saved the company a total of 24.6 million yuan. Twenty percent amounts to 4.8 million, so I'll round it off to 5 million for a cleaner figure!" The beautiful manager immediately gave him a withering look and remarked, "Well, you still have a bit of heart—thank you for not wasting all my efforts, hmm!" Mei Hui promptly added, "Everyone has heard this, hasn't he? As long as you're fully committed to the company, your leaders won't let you down. Manager Luo, come with me to the finance department right now—we'll transfer the reward directly to your account!" "Mr. Luo, I think you should give a speech to accept the award—we’ve all been looking forward to learning from you," Fang Fang smiled. Luo Man turned to look at the crowd and noticed everyone’s eyes shining with excitement. After all, it was a reward of five million—more than the jackpot in a lottery draw. Don’t forget, lottery winners have to pay substantial taxes, often at a high rate. The lovely manager, slightly embarrassed, said, "The news came so suddenly that I hadn’t even prepared myself. I really don’t know what to say. As Mr. Mei mentioned, as long as we stay fully committed to the company, our leaders won’t let us down!" She then gave a pointed glance at the culprit. Everyone expressed their willingness to contribute to the company, and all insisted they weren’t doing so merely for the reward. Seizing the moment when no one was paying attention, the manager grabbed Qin’s hand firmly and pulled him to a corner, asking sternly, "Mr. Qin, what do you want now?" "Hey, you call that repaying a favor? I not only showcased your integrity to everyone, but also gave you a substantial bonus!" he said with growing displeasure. "You don't thank me at least—now you're questioning me? Are you even worthy of my trust?" Roman pouted. "But I always feel like you're doing it on purpose!" "I am doing it on purpose," he replied with a bright smile. "I'm deliberately sending you money so you can settle your debts sooner, and I'm even setting up the impression that there's something special between us—haha. What's your issue? If you have an objection, just walk away and call it a joke—make it count!" "No way," the elegant manager raised her eyebrows. "A man's word is his bond. Five million—I'm taking it. If you so much as cut a single cent, we're not done yet."